I think that whenever anything has happened to me I have wanted to be here.

You are a man, and you will not altogether understand this." "Why not ?" I protested.

"We, too, have our sentiment, the sentiment of places as well as of people.

If I could choose where to die I think that it would be here, with my windows wide open and the roar of the incoming tide in my ears." "For a young man," she remarked, looking across at me, "I should consider you rather a morbid person." "There are times," I answered, "when I feel inclined to agree with you.
To-night is one of them." "That," she said coolly, "is unfortunate.

You have been over-working." "I am worried by a problem," I told her.